|This looks like fun, but it isn't. Not at all.|
We're in the middle of David's college and National Merit Finalist applications, with all the concomitant requirements and deadlines. This is stressful, very stressful. Brian is quickly turning into a disenchanted teen, and the loss of his cheerful countenance pains me so. Rachel is engaging and cooperative and cheerful, but all I can think is "I've got one more year, max, before this changes." And Susie, praise be to God, has truly caught on to reading and has been holed up for the past 2 weeks or so in her freshly painted room with the Harry Potter series.
A side note here: scientists did a study where they took identical twin babies and let one (the control, as it were) figure out how to crawl up a flight of stairs on its own while they trained the other one intensively on how to do the same thing. Both babies learned the skill at the exact same time anyway.
|This didn't work for us.|
But for all these years, I've wondered whether or not I should have been pushing him sooner, doing more phonics, etc. Maybe I had done him a disservice by being so laid back about the whole reading thing. So along comes Susie (aka Guinea Pig #6), who also seemed to have no desire to read on her own. Oh, I worked on that child, people. I tortured her with phonics lessons for 2 straight years, but guess when she finally took off with the reading. Anyone?
That's right - 9 years and 3 months.
Where was I? Oh, yes, Whack-a-Mole - despite the craziness that is my life right now, I decided that I have lost the habit of reading real books and magazine articles that are longer than a page. I set a new goal for myself of reading my New Yorker cover to cover (instead of just glancing at the cartoons and then misplacing it) and also reading an entire book each week. I know! So 20th century of me, right?
I started with The Handmaid's Tale (by Margaret Atwood). I knew the book was some sort of dystopian story, but people - I was so depressed at the end of it, I could barely convince myself to get out of bed the next day. I'm unloading it on PaperbackSwap if anyone is interested (friend me - I'm suburbanmama), just to get it out of the house.
I decided to follow that up with something inspirational and tried The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind. It was an excellent antidote, and it also made me realize that, if David had been born in Malawi? He would have been the one supplying his entire village with power by building a windmill out of scraps from the town junkyard. It almost made me feel guilty for not letting my resident tinkerer junk up his room more - who knows what he would have invented by now?
I have more to share (I met another blogging friend in person - I'm on a roll!), but it will have to wait until tomorrow. I've got to go pick up my mallet again; these moles are getting out of control.